Playing with Hearts

As Zhang Sanxian sped along, his mind's eye spread out in all directions.

In the snap of his fingers, he discovered five or six individuals among the living and zombies below, who were "passionately" hacking at each other, whose auras surged powerfully and who had a high chance of possessing Stronger Fragments.

He did not care whether those individuals were human or corpse. Once he had identified them, he simply killed, killed, killed.

Like a cruising bomber gliding through the air, Zhang Sanxian had Xiuran stroke the zither and fire more than a dozen door-sized sound blades, which whistled down in rapid spinning slashes.

Startling String Three Forms—Twisting Spiral!

In the blink of an eye, the Divine Illumination Rank martial artists and zombies fiercely battling on this Asura slaughterfield were met with a saturated assault that could only be called a massacre.

No matter what body-strengthening hard arts they had cultivated, no matter how much the plague had hardened their bodies—

In the end, beneath the savage chops of spinning sonic blades raining from the sky, they were all reduced to severed limbs and shattered corpses scattered across the ground.

Naturally, quite a few unlucky Level 0s were also turned into bloody sludge all over the floor in the process.

But those people lay outside Zhang Sanxian's consideration.

He cared about only one thing—he had gained another seven fragments.

With a faint sound of air tearing, Zhang Sanxian and Xiuran descended deep within the Eight Desolations Sect, outside a dark, gloomy tower.

This place was quite far from that battlefield. Other than the distant cries of slaughter drifting over from afar, it was essentially deserted.

Zhang Sanxian's mind's eye could clearly "see" a spiraling tunnel extending downward inside the tower, all the way into the depths underground.

At the very